Creed of Redemption (S.I.N. Rock Star Trilogy #2) Read Free

think of the last time I was balls deep in her tight pussy while my hand gripped her delectable round ass. Fuck! I can’t let my thoughts go there. It was so easy to put her out of mind when I didn’t have to see her. She’s no longer mine. I need to get a fucking grip. We need to hurry and get this bus moving. The sooner I can get my dick into some new pussy, the better.

     
    I hug Brooke goodbye while the guys take my suitcases aboard the bus. I don’t see Diesel yet, but I need to prepare myself. I don’t know what to expect. The guys don’t know we once had a thing, so how should we act around each other?
    “You be strong,” Brooke whispers. “And you better call me.”
    “I will,” I promise.
    “Okay, go already before I cry,” she sniffles. “I’ll be at boring college parties while you’re living it up with celebrities.” She jokes, but I can tell she really is sad to see me go.
    “Hush. You love the frat parties. Besides, you’ll be joining us when you get a break. I’ll call you every day.”
    “Sure you will,” she teases. “Okay, I’m really going now. I’m sure the guys are ready to get going.”
    I turn to see that everyone has boarded the bus. I hug her one more time before I let her go. I can already tell this is going to be harder than I thought.
    Trepidation gnaws at me as I step onto the bus, but I plaster a smile on my face. “Sorry guys! I didn’t mean to hold you up.”
    “Nonsense. Get over here,” Xander says pulling me into a hug.
    “Nice to see you again, princess,” Keyser and Gable mock. I forgot all about that stupid nickname. It had a different ring to it coming from Diesel though. I look over at him and he gives me a subtle chin lift as a way of hello. Our eyes lock for the briefest of seconds before he returns attention to his phone. His hair has grown out some and he’s even sexier than I remember.
    “Where’s Lily?” I ask. I need to keep my thoughts away from Diesel.
    “She is in one of the bunks taking a nap,” Xander explains. “Come, let me show you to your bunk.” I follow behind him while taking in the opulence of everything. This bus is gorgeous—definitely quite a few classes above our dorm room.
    “Wow, this is a lot of space,” I gasp. There are two sets of bunks side by side, with another set directly across for a total of eight bunks. They even have little TVs in each one.
    “Yeah. They are twin size. There is a master bedroom toward the back of the bus and that is where some of our luggage is kept. The rest is stored underneath the bus. We decided it would be fair if we didn’t appoint one person to get the bedroom. Instead, we’ll use it to rehearse—,”
    “And as the designated fuck room,” Diesel adds, cutting Xander off.
    He drops that bomb and walks right past us to his bunk. Apparently, his is on top of mine. Great.
    “Shut it, Diesel. Have some respect, man!” Xander chastises.
    “Might as well open her eyes now, bro. You’re the one who invited her to tag along. This isn’t a daycare. We won’t be filtering what we say. At least I won’t.”
    “I didn’t ask you to, jack ass!” How dare he? That tag along jab stung, but I’ll be damned if I let it show. It’s apparent he doesn’t want me here. Noted.
    “Don’t be a fucking tool, Diesel.” Xander glares at him, and the tension between the two is palpable. This is what I don’t want.
    “Whatever,” Diesel dismisses. He reaches up and grabs the earphones from his bunk and leaves without another word.
    “I’m so sorry, Lourdes,” Xander starts.
    “It’s not a big deal. I halfway know what to expect and it doesn’t bother me. I don’t want you guys to be anyone other than yourselves. I’m documenting the band’s music journey, so I sure as hell don’t want a scripted one.” He shakes his head, but I can tell he is starting to calm down. “It’ll be okay. Promise me that you won’t give me any special treatment.”
    “Lourdes—,” he tries to